A/N: here's another chapter. Hope you enjoy! Hope I didn't take too long to post it!
Cammie's P.O.V.
I've heard of Sirius Black. Hell, everyone has. I mean, he dates almost every girl at Hogwarts.
Well, I'm the almost part. He hasn't dated me yet.
Anyways, he comes from some huge line of purebloods that have all been put into Slytherin. Even his brother was put into Slytherin. I think he's the only exception or something like that.
Well, anyways, I didn't want to get too worked up over being Potion partners with Sirius. I mean, he's just Sirius. He's not going to ask me out, even though he has asked just about every other girl out that's not in Slytherin.
At our next Potion's class, Sirius came in and looked confused. His best mate, James, had gone to sit next to Delilah, his Potion's partner.
"What the hell?" said Sirius. "James, why aren't you sitting next to me?"
"Because Delilah's my Potion's partner," said James. "Don't you remember who your Potions partner is?"
"Of course I do," said Sirius, standing up straight. "I bet I know my Potion's partner better than you know yours."
"What's her name?"
"It's a girl?"
"Uh…I think."
I had half a mind to yell out, "I'm here! My name is Cammie, so stop ignoring me!" but I didn't. I had more self control then Sirius.
"Sirius?" I said, quietly but just loud enough for Sirius to hear me. He turned to face me. "I'm your Potion's partner."
"Oh, yeah! Clara!"
"No…Cammie."
"That was my second guess."
Yeah, right.
He sat down next to me, and started shooting spitballs at James, who shot them right back. Then, Sirius threw a crumpled piece of parchment at Remus, who looked startled at first, but then threw it back. Then, Slughorn came in.
Sirius, however, still threw the crumpled piece of parchment at Remus.
"Sirius!" said Slughorn. "Stop this nonsense right now!"
Sirius shrugged.
Professor Slughorn then told us what potion we were going to make, and I set off to get our stuff. Sirius just sat there, writing something on a piece of parchment.
"What's your name again?" he asked me.
"Cammie," I said.
"Oh, right," said Sirius.
He just sat there while I made the potion again. I don't care, though. I wanted a good grade on this.
"Good job," he said at the end.
"Thanks," I said shyly. Why the hell was I so shy? He probably won't even remember me in an hour. He didn't remember me in the beginning of class. I'm just the girl that's not crushing on Sirius Black.
"So why are you so shy?" Damn. Did Sirius have to ask that?
I shrugged. "I…just am, I guess."
"Am I the first person you've ever talked to at Hogwarts?" he asked. "If I am, I'm going to feel very special."
"No," I said. "I talked to this one girl in first year, on the train ride, but when some other girls came along and asked who she was sitting with, she said she didn't know and that it was some loser. No one's really talked to me since."
Sirius looked dumbfounded. Well, that look fits him.
"So that's just it?" he asked after a couple of minutes. "Some girl said you were a loser and no one's talked to you since then?"
"Yeah," I said, shrugging shyly once again.
"Why would someone call you a loser without giving you a reason?" asked Sirius incredulously. "And you didn't say anything about it?"
I shook my head no. "Well, what was I going to say?" I asked. "That I wasn't a loser? That I was the most popular girl in Malibu, California? Yeah, then they'd like me. No, they wouldn't. They'd think I was full of myself. And I don't want a rep like that."
"You're not full of yourself, you don't talk at all," said Sirius. "In fact, it's quite annoying. You need to talk more."
I shrugged. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" said Sirius. "Well, no wonder you have no friends! If you don't talk, no one's going to talk to you!"
"You are."
Sirius shrugged. "What can I say, I'm a nice person."
I shrugged and looked the other way.
Oh, boy. Was this year going to be fun! Not!
"I think you need to be more extraverted," said Sirius suddenly.
It's a wonder he even knew what the word meant.
"I am," I said defensively. "Just not here."
"Well, I'm going to teach you to be extraverted at Hogwarts," said Sirius. "We are going to discover the art of conversations."
Does he think of this crap in his spare time or something?
"So, do you have any siblings?" he asked. I nodded. "No, no, no! You say yes, you have however many, and then you name them! Oh, and you say if they're your brother or sister, and if they're younger, older, or your twin. Now, let's try this again. So, do you have any siblings?"
"Yes, I have one little sister named Abby," I said.
There was a moment of silence. "Now you're supposed to ask me if I have any siblings."
This is a load of crap.
"This is a load of crap," I said, turning in my seat to look at him. "You're teaching me to be extraverted? I know how to be extraverted! But maybe you never thought that I just don't like to talk. And maybe, the reason I'm not asking about you is because I already know that you have a little brother named Regulus. I know that you are a pureblood, part of the Black family, all of which have gone to Slytherin except for you. Maybe, the reason I'm not asking about you is because I don't want to know about you!"
Sirius was quiet for a moment.
"Wow, that's sort of rude to say," he said.
Sirius P.O.V.
What the hell is wrong with that Cammie girl? I mean, one minute—no, one second—she's all nice and quiet, and then the next second, she's all mean and rude and…and bitchy.
Is she bipolar?
Is that what it's called? Whenever I think of the word bipolar, I think of a multi-colored polar bear that's blue and purple and red—colors of the rainbow, I guess.
Hey, I was once taught a song about the rainbow. It sang all the colors of the rainbow.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple!
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple!
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue purpleeeeeee…
All the colors of the raaaaainbowwwwww!
"Uh…Sirius?"
James looked over at me. "What?" I said.
"What the hell were you just singing?" he hissed.
Shit. Was I singing that out loud?
"Was I singing that out loud?" I asked, looking around our classroom. Our Transfiguration class was staring at me.
"I thought the last color of the rainbow was violet," said Peter.
"No, it's purple," I said. "Why would it be violet? That's a name, not a color."
"You're an idiot, Padfoot," said Remus.
"Is it that time of month already?" I shot back. Remus's face reddened, and a couple of the people in our class laughed. Well, of course they laughed, I was the one who made the joke, after all.
Evans shot me a death glare. Due to an unexpected surprise visit she had once paid to visit near the Whomping Willow, she had witnessed Remus transform into a werewolf. Remus had been running all around school campus that night, but luckily Evans ran back inside the castle and locked the doors.
Well, lucky for Evans. As for me, I would have been fine if Remus had eaten her.
So, I shot a death glare back at her, and she rolled her eyes at me. Whatever. Like I care what she does.
Man, this class is boring. I swear, it's not as if I'm going to use this crap later in life. That's what Transfiguration is: crap. And if you're wondering what kind of crap it is, it's from some creature that is unnamed because it is too ugly to be named. And it shits this huge load of crap that, if it shit that crap at Hogwarts, we would all have to evacuate the school. No wizard-made thing would be able to remove it.
How do I know of this creature, you ask? I once asked it to shit on my house, so I would have a reason to leave it. But, instead, it left this shitload of crap right next to me, and I had to run away. I almost died.
But then, the creature chased after me, and it turned into this war between me and this stupid gigantic unnamable animal. And soon, it was chasing me down streets, trying to shit on me but I was too fast for it and—
"Black? Black, answer me!"
I looked up. "Yes, Professor?" I said.
"Were you even paying attention to me?"
"Of course I was," I said. "Why wouldn't I pay attention to you, Minnie?"
Professor McGonagall sighed and rubbed her temples. She does that quite frequently when I'm around, as if I give her migraines or something. Well, she needs to admit that, if she was my age or younger, she would consider me a sex god too.
"Black," she said, as if there were only a few words she was able to utter. "Detention. Friday night. My office."
"It's a date, Minnie!" I shouted out. The class started laughing, and I smiled around the room, noticing every Gryffindor and Ravenclaw around. Then, I did a double take. Only then did I notice that Cammie was there. But she was sitting in the back, alone at a table. Even Evans was ignoring her, and I thought Evans would have at least tried to be nice enough to sit next to her. I mean, it's one of the annoying qualities that Evans has about her.
Cammie glanced at me, and then glanced away. Then, she started writing on her piece of parchment, as if right now it were the most important thing in the world. Yeah, right. School's not important enough. I mean, it's not as if wizard's go to collage.
Is that what it's called? Collage? I'm never sure. These Muggles are so confusing. I'll ask James.
"Prongs?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"What's that school that Muggles go to after their…uh…He School or something like that."
"What the hell is He School? Is it where they teach you to be a man?"
"Uh…I guess."
"Padfoot, you have it all wrong," said Remus. "It's High School, and after High School you go to college."
"Aha! I was right! It is collage!"
"No, not collage, college."
"Oh." I bet Remus could hear the disappointment in my voice. He's always the first to sense someone's emotions. It's as if he's gay or something. But, then again, he is the only one of the Marauders that has managed to keep a girl for longer than two months.
Well, except for Peter, but Peter has never had a girl.
I wonder if he likes anyone.
"Hey, Wormtail?" I whispered.
"What?" Peter whispered back.
"Do you like anyone?" Peter looked confused. "You know, as in a girl." He still looked confused. "Do you have a crush on anyone? Like anyone as more than a friend?"
The whole class was looking at us now. My last two sentences must have been louder than I had thought.
"Black," said McGonagall, trying to stay calm. "Is there something you would like to share with the class?"
"Uh…yes," I said. "My girlfriend, Ashley Smith, is hot!"
Since Ashley was a year younger than me, she was not in this class. However, the class did chuckle appreciatively and clap at my statement. Within two hours, it would be spread around the school, and Ashley would most likely know.
Then, maybe, we can have a snogging fest all night long in my bed. No, I don't mean sex! I'm not a pervert! I've only been dating her for a week!
Or was it five days? I don't know, I lose track of time. I'll ask Remus.
"Moony?" I whispered. "How long have I been dating Ashley?"
"Three weeks," Remus whispered back.
"Do you think we should wait to do it, or actually do it?"
Remus looked revolted at my statement. "Padfoot," he said, trying to stay calm like McGonagall but failing. "I, unlike you, would wait until the girl is ready."
"So you would ask her?"
"I would want it to be special."
"Like sharing a first kiss under the mistletoe special?"
"I guess. If I were you, I would wait. See if you're actually going to last at least two months."
"Okay, Moony."
I looked over at Cammie once again, who was still sitting alone. I felt bad for her. Yep, that's me. I pity the people no one like. I know what you're thinking, I'm a saint. Yes, it's true.
So, I tossed a wad of parchment at her. It hit her on the forehead. She looked up from her work, saw me looking at her, and looked back down. So, I scribbled a note on another sheet of parchment, crumpled it up, and threw it at her. This time, it hit her on the shoulder and fell to the ground. The note said:
You need to be more extraverted. Go sit with some new people.
She looked up at me before bending down to pick it up, and I signaled for her to read it. She rolled her eyes, read the note, and scribbled something back, which she threw at the back of my head when I was paying attention.
Go F yourself.
I gasped loudly after reading what she had written. McGonagall was at my side once again. "Black, what is it?" she asked. Then, she saw the note in my hand, because I had forgotten to cover it up. She took the note from me and read the comment. "Who wrote this?" she asked. Then, she examined the neat writing more carefully. "Ms. Legront, was this you? This is your writing!"
Cammie looked speechless.
McGonagall was at the side of her desk. "We don't use this type of foul language at Hogwarts, Legront."
That's all you know, Minnie.
"Detention, Ms. Legront. Friday night, my office. With Black."
Cammie looked at me and glared before returning to her work. I shrugged it off.
"So…who was that?" asked Peter.
"My Potions partner," I said. "She has social problems."
"Why?"
"Because, she doesn't have any friends."
"She doesn't have any friends?" James exclaimed, having joined our conversation. "That's unbelievable! Isn't Evans even her friend?"
"Evans, though annoyingly nice, won't lower herself to Cammie's level," I said matter-of-factly. "She sits alone in classes, meals, and in the Gryffindor Common Room."
"That's sad," said James. "Best not to lower ourselves to her level, then."
"Agreed," said Peter.
Remus, who hadn't even been paying attention to our conversation, continued his work.
I shrugged off what my friends said. So what, they don't want to risk their popularity by hanging around someone so…unpopular. Whatever. It's not as if Cammie was actually my friend.